A/N: Tp answer a question from Skye in the reviews: I find it quite cheesy when other fics use songs by Darren. Although I adore his music, I like to keep him and Blaine as two separate people, which after all, they are. So using songs by him can sometimes be too close for my liking. I used Dress and Tie, because it was fun, upbeat and just a good song that fitted in the moment...although 'Don't You' would have worked in the last chapter, I felt it was too like Darren to fit.

Blaine finished the song and stood up. A sea of eyes fixed on him, unmoving. All apart from Kurt, who gave him a brief nod. Blaine smiled and steeped forward to take a bow.

He straightened up, and glanced around the other room again, the silence was unnerving. Blaine let out a nervous laugh and made for the door, when the viewing room erupted into tumultuous applause.

The sound was deafening and Blaine was startled. All eyes were focusing in on him as the clapping lessened so the cheers and hollers could be heard.

'Wow, That was incredible.' Kurt whispered to Steph, who was grinning ear to ear as Blaine began to make his way out the studio.

'I know, right?' She said nodding. The door to the side of the studio opened and Blaine stepped out, his face split into a humongous smile.

'Blainey.' Steph squealed as she ran over to him, leaping into his arms. He spun her round, laughing before putting her down, her arms still locked around his neck.

India glowered from the side as Steph released him, muttering curse words at the pair under her breath.

'You are the best FRIEND ever.' Steph called out, as Blaine and she made her way over towards Kurt and Mel (not forgetting India)

No one missed the smug smirk that flitted across India's features at the mention of 'Friends.'

Kurt slipped further back into the crowd, so it was just Mel that Blaine appeared to be walking towards. He kept his line of vision trained on the group as people flitted around him.

Mel then stepped off to one side, leaving Blaine's pathway to India clear and unobstructed.

Blaine stepped closer and closer to India, and began to extend his arms, as if preparing for an embrace. He had a large smile on his face, with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

India glanced around quickly, checking that all angles were clear. There was no one else. NO ONE. He couldn't possibly be heading towards anyone but her. All his silly little 'friends' were scattered throughout the room, and now he was heading straight her way. Obviously realising his grave error in turning her down. She's India freaking Reed for Christ's sake. And NO One but no one, says no to her.

She checked again. Still clear. YES. Get in. Count Gorgeous McHotAss is coming to get his piece of the Indy. Come on Baby, just a few more steps.

Blaine's smile was as wide as ever as he got closer. Time was moving painstakingly slowly. God, get a move on. I want to get my mack on.

India plastered on her flirtiest grin and licked her lips seductively. Blaine perceptibly gulped, but kept drawing nearer. His arms still outstretched, the wince in his smile going unnoticed by India.

Now India began to open her arms up, mimicking Blaine. Her fingers flexed reflexively and she leant back slightly, sticking her breasts out as far as she could.

Blaine was a metre or two from India now. Their finger tips could almost touch, the feather light breeze of moment grazing their skin.

Kurt, Steph and Blaine's eyes all darted towards Mel, just moments before an embrace was due to happen. With nothing but a curt nod, the plan was in action.

'Blaine.' Mel shrieked as she jumped between he and India, engulfing him in her arms. Blaine smirked and allowed his own arms to close around her waist.

'Mel.' He said. Her name rolling off his tongue 'What did you think of the song?' he pecked her lightly on the cheek as she squealed in mock delight.

'Fantastic. It was just incredible. I can't believe you wrote that.' She said, slowly releasing him whilst adjusting his lapel.

'Thank you. You lot made it happen though. This has got to be the best birthday present ever.'

Blaine and Mel passed India, both laughing and chatting together. Steph separated from them and snuck round to join Kurt, who was still stranding off to the side, hidden from view.

India was glaring daggers at Blaine and Mel as they marched past her. Her temper was fuming. Was this his preppy little girlfriend, the one keeping him out of her clutches. Stupid hoe, in her stupid outfit, with her stupid hair and her stupid-

'You deserve it Blaine. You're the best FRIEND a girl could wish for.'

WHAT? Now India was livid. Friend. She was just his freaking friend. What the hell was this guy's problem. Just friends? That's insane, if they were all just friends who the hell was this girlfriend he was turning her down for. He wouldn't even be friends with her...and now this!

xXx

'Now hold up one god damn second.' India yelled turning to face Blaine. 'What the hell is you're freaking problem?'

Blaine and Mel spun around. Both wearing identical smirks, masked feebly with useless expressions of apparent confusion.

'What do you mean India?' Blaine asked calmly, watching as the woman's face crumpled into a vindictive scowl.

'You. You are what my problem is. You just...God! I went out of my way to be nice to you, to talk to you and befriend you, and you just go and throw it right back in my face!' She screeched.

'I don't know what you're getting at.' He said again, keeping his voice slow and steady. People in the room were beginning to turn their heads to see what all the commotion was about.

'Bullshit Blaine. Absolute Bullshit. You turned down all my offers because apparently being seen with me would 'make your girlfriend angry.' Yet every freaking time I see you, you are have some stupid little tart hanging off your arm.'

'Don't talk to my friends like that.' Blaine said, his tone turning darker as he stepped forward.

'Oh puh-lease. Your friends. Your friends! More like fuck buddies if you ask me, I've seen the way they look at you. Bet the only reason you're not with me is cos you know I wouldn't put out on the first date eh? Bet your shagging them both aren't you. Bet your precious little girlfriend doesn't know about that. Does she? I pity her.' India shrieked, stepping forward to match Blaine.

'Exc-uuse Me.' Mel said, shimmying past Blaine so she stood between the arguing pair. 'I'll have you know, you spoilt little bitch. That neither I, nor my friend, are sleeping with Blaine. We never have, and we most certainly never will. Unlike some, we know it's possible to be friends with a guy and not sleep with them. Something I believe you still have to learn, if the papers are anything to go by!'

'You Bitch!' India shrieked as she swung her fist in Mel's direction. Mel darted back, her eyes wide and jaw slacked in shock.

Three men rushed behind India to pull her back, arms tangling with hers as she struggled to get at the pair.

'You're causing a scene India.' Blaine said, trying to keep his voice level whilst inside his head his brain was reeling in delight. This was going far better than they could have planed. They had the rooms attention and India was causing a ruckus, all they needed was for her to say one final stupid thing and it would be perfect.

'I'm making a scene? Me? How dare you. It's all your fucking fault. Do you have any idea how many men would kill to be with men. THOUSANDS! Every day I get love letters from my adoring fans. I could have anyone of them. ANY ONE.'

'Well why don't you?' Blaine questioned, his eyes glace like and cold. 'Why don't you date a stalker fanboy so I can go back to my partner and forget all this hyped up nonsense'

'You bastard. I only looked at you because you're...you're so ugly you'd make me look even better. You know something Blaine. My fans may be stalkers but I bet they are all better than you. You useless lying SLUT.'

By now her fists were clenched and she was flailing about as the men struggled to retain her. Curse words were spilling from her lips after every other word.

Kurt and the rest of the group, including Finn who was watching on the over head security cameras were struggling to with hold their laughter as the woman's face turned a deeper and deeper shade of red. The frown lines on her forehead as deep as craters and her makeup streaming down her face.

'You run off back to your little girlfriend, I'm sure she'd love to know what a skank you are. Take your little fuck buddies and go off and do your dirty perverted things elsewhere.'

'India. Be reasonable. You're just making yourself look like a fool. I won't date you, and I never would. It's nothing personal. I'm just taken. So stop trying and leave it. Insulting me won't make this better.' Blaine said, stepping so his nose was just inches from hers as she struggled to break free.

'Oh God. Know you're making me sound as useless as Hummel, he spent all his college time chasing after guys he could never have. Believe you me, if I really wanted you, I'd have you by now. Girlfriend or not, I am not fawning over you, I just need some arm candy who'll keep his trap shut and smile.'

'Shame, if Hummel wasn't such a prick I could have used him. He could be such a pretty boy toy.' She sneered.

This time Blaine leaned forward and slapped India, clean on the cheek. The skin tinted instantly as she shrieked in shock.

'HOW DARE YOU.' She yelled, thrashing out violently, as Blaine stepped back with a smirk on his face.

'Don't you dare say that about Kurt.' He hissed. Glaring at the woman who's eyes were narrow slits. 'He is a better, more talented, more caring, more charming and more beautiful person than you could ever be. I bet even if you begged on one knee he wouldn't date you.'

'That's because he's just a dumb faggot.'

The room fell into silence. Every single mouth was agape. Half the room's occupants now looked like they wanted to strangle her, while the rest were too dumbstruck to even think. Blaine's jaw tightened and he looked just about ready to punch her, when Kurt emerged from the crowd, a vindictive grimace on his face. All head swivelled and gazes locked upon his as he strolled over to India, standing an arm's length from her with Blaine by his side.

'You b-' Blaine started, about to let the full fury of his mind spill out

'Thank you Blaine. But let me take it from here.' Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded and clasped Kurt's hand in his own, behind the pairs back. He gave it an encouraging squeeze, which seemed all the support Kurt needed.

He turned his head to face India, raised one eyebrow in a mocking smirk and flicked his perfectly coiffed hair in a trained fashion, locking eyes with her, he let the words flow.

'Let's get one thing straight, princess.' Kurt said, giving her his famed bitch glare. 'You need to get up off your high horse and stop thinking that we are just here to grovel at your feet.'

He inched closer.

'You have mediocre talent, which only sells because my stepbrother is amazing at his job, and can get your cat like squawking to sound respectable. I have more potential in my little finger than you have in your entire bimboed body.'

'You would never have amounted to anything without your gang of slaves who do everything for you. You take everyone for granted, but if it weren't for them you'd be out in some take away serving up fries.'

'The chemicals in your hair dye really must have messed with your brain, because I see no other way someone could be such a conceited cow. Do the world a favour and run along and leave me and my friends alone. I may be as you so eloquently put it 'a faggot' but by god do I have a better life than you'

'Oh get a grip Hummel.' She jeered, he body staying still so she could stunt every word. 'I. can have .anything .I. want. Last time I looked, you couldn't even get a boyfriend.'

A smile emerged on both Kurt and Blaine's faces at that. Steph and Mel began giggling quietly in the background as Kurt ran his tongue along his lower lip, preparing to end it all.

'Is that the case?' He asked, feigning innocence. 'Because I believe I have the one thing you wanted, but could never get,... and no, I don't mean talent.'

'So what pray tell?' she said. He had nothing, nothing like that. She knew this for sure. Nothing ...unless...

'I have Blaine!' With that the men revealed their conjoined hands.

India froze.

The men smirked.

Blaine snaked his free arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer into his body. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's neck, so they were face to face. With one final victory glance at India, the men turned back to stare into each others eyes. Blaine scanned Kurt's for any sign of resistance but saw none. That was all he needed.

Blaine smiled and leant forward, Kurt did the same, angling his face just right, so their lips locked together in a searing kiss.

TBC...